The Fight
My head is battling with my heart Which will takeover: overwhelming fears of the uncertain or His command to Joshua My brows are lined, shoulders are tensed My head is pounding, as I try again Must I haggle with my heart What price disbelief My faith is running low as my palms are sweating cold I am still wrestling with my thoughts How much longer? Will my stakes rise? Why won’t I look into His eyes? I tire as I fight my nature To worry and to bear My body is melting away O Lord, hear my cry of dare
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